Part 29
Tim knew that he was in trouble. Spinning in circles with two horny women holding onto one end of his shirt was putting on an embarrassing show of his entire naked body for a large audience of hooting females, and getting him nowhere. He had one last idea to try to free his shirt from his tormentors and end this nightmare.
He slowed down his rotation, and once the women had both almost gotten their legs securely under them, he ran forward two steps directly toward them. The sudden slack this created on his shirt left them both to fall backward, and he let them do so, until they were beyond the point where they could have caught themselves.
Then he leapt backward, pulling the shirt like a whip with all of his strength. Both women lost their grip simultaneously, and fell backwards in a heap. Tim got a quick glimpse of white panties exposed beneath a short skirt after one woman landed on her tush, with her legs following, sticking up toward the sky.
Tim was free! He quickly pulled the shirt back toward himself and was in the process of trying to wrap it back around his waist when the woman who had recovered the wooden tray he had dropped made her move.
As the unaware hunk had stopped spinning and freed his shirt with a mighty yank, she advanced from behind him, and - because she was right-handed - positioned herself to his left. She gripped the makeshift paddle with both hands, and as he stood in front of her, naked and distracted, his pink, round, bare bottom made a perfect target.
She swung the paddle, and watched as it slapped into his firm cheeks with a satisfying "crack!"
Tim yelped and jumped forward, and a roar of approving laughter from the surrounding crowd washed over his blushing face. He began to turn toward his latest assailant, but as he did so, another aggressive college co-ed appeared beside him and grabbed onto his shirt. She almost tore it from his grip until he was able to react at the last second, tugging it desperately back toward him. This spun him a quarter turn, which allowed the woman with the paddle to lay another sharp spank into his delectable derriere.
Tim yelped again, and tugged the shirt to one side, tugging the college girl on the other end into a semi-circle around him, sliding her into position between his vulnerable ass and the woman with the paddle. But the co-ed was a petite little thing, and she ended up staggering forward as fast as she could, just to keep her legs under her. Which meant that she quickly orbited around him and then past him, her grip on his shirt turning him around along with her.
As the co-ed stumbled past, the woman with the paddle saw her opportunity. The mortified male held onto his shirt, which meant that his reddening bubble butt once again turned toward her. She stepped forward and landed another crisp spank on Tim's already stinging ass, and this time he grunted, and instinctively let go of his shirt. The co-ed tumbled away from him, pinwheeling into the two other fallen women who were just getting to their feet, and the three of them went down in a tangle of lithe limbs and aroused giggles.
Tim clapped both hands to his stinging rump and rubbed vigorously for a few seconds, his erection once again bobbing comically in front of him. Then he stopped, realizing the hopelessness of his situation. Several excited women from the crowd had grabbed his shirt from the fallen co-ed, and it was already being tossed into the air and fought over as a trophy of the stripped and defeated male.
He was totally naked but for his shoes and socks, and his blazing bottom was stinging, and a mob of horny females had him surrounded.
The blushing young man instantly realized that he only had one chance of escape, and that speed was of the essence.
He turned in the direction of the parking lot, and sprinted straight toward the wall of women in that direction. The tread on his shoes gave him good traction, and he was in good shape, and within a few steps his lean calves and thigh muscles had begun to churn, and his round glutes were clenching and releasing as he picked up speed very quickly. Without consciously planning it, his face formed a furious mask, and he let out a ferocious war cry of a scream directed at the women in his way.
Startled and alarmed, they instinctively gave way in front of the tall, well-built nude man who had suddenly gone berserk, and the ones directly in front of Tim fell back and sideways into the women on either side of them, sending them stumbling and tripping. Like the waters of the Red Sea in the 10 commandments, the ranks of surprised women opened a narrow tunnel in front of Tim, and running like his tail was on fire - and it felt like it was! - he sprinted through that gap and out into the parking lot.
Before anyone could react, Tim has pounded across the parking lot, and his bare, bouncing red butt cheeks dashed past the last of the parking lot lights and into the darkness of a city sidewalk. The crowd quickly stirred, and a number of women started out into the parking lot to chase their nude quarry.
But then a piercing whistle sounded, and everyone froze, looking back toward the patio, where the owner of the bar, an attractive woman in her late 40s named Mary had jumped up onto the Cycle Wear ladies' table. She had been the whistler, and now she waved both of her hands over her head, drawing the crowd toward her.
"Listen up!" The crowd did. "I'm the owner of this place, and I was in the back with the kitchen staff when this whole thing started. I heard a bunch of commotion, and got out here just in time to see that naked young man with his shirt over his head, being tricked and groped like a powerless boy toy! How did he end up naked like that?"
Some of the women in the crowd laughed and all talked at once, but others started to look a little sheepish. One called out tentatively, "His shorts fell off."
Mary put her hands on her hips, looking around her skeptically. "His shorts fell off? How did that happen?" Although there were some giggles, it got noticeably quieter, and a lot of the women looked at their shoes. Mary said, "Did his underwear fall off, too?"
More giggles. "He was wearing bicycle shorts," Tammy said. "You don't wear underwear under them."
"What about his shirt?" Mary demanded.
Shawna said, "Once he was bottomless, he tried to take his shirt off, to cover himself."
"That makes sense," said Mary. "But weren't you the one who spanked and groped him when his was caught in his shirt?"
Shawna blushed but grinned, and nodded.
Mary stared at her in silence, the whole crowd wondering how she would react. Finally she said, "That was a pretty mean trick to pull." She paused again. "But with that bare ass of his wiggling around, I can't blame you!"
The crowd burst into laughter and cheers, and Shawna received a few slaps on the back from the women around her.
"But listen," Mary said, raising her voice and both hands. "I own this place, and you've got to do something for me. I saw all of you recording this with your cameras, and I know I can't ask you to erase them all."
"No way!" came from several places in the crowd.
"But," Mary continued, "I need you to at least blur out his face before you show any of these videos to anyone."
A complaint went up from the crowd. "Why?"
"Because we could all be in a lot of trouble if these videos got out, and his face is in them. He could sue me and take this bar, and he could sue every woman on that tape who so much as touched him. Sexual harassment, sexual assault, regular assault. Everybody who groped or spanked or even touched him could be in big trouble!"
